Of course I knew the warnings. Being a demigod is dangerous, it can get you killed in nasty, painful ways. But did that stop me from wanting to be one. Heck no. It make my wants even greater. The life of a mortal is boring, nothing compared to the life of a demigod. How do I know? I was one once. How is this possible? You ask. Let me explain it to you with a little story.

"There is no reason why the gods are not real," I said.

"Come one, man," my friend, Shane said. "There is no proof. Just some crumbly statues and stupid scrolls."

I held up my Percy Jackson book and slammed it on the table. "Proof,'' I said.

Shane scoffed. "Fictional," he said before taking a sip of his grape kool-aid.

I rolled my eyes. "Just you wait. I will end up being a demigod. My mom will finally reshow and tell me the truth. You'll be so jealous."

"You never know. I might be one as well," he said with a smile. "My dad might come back to my mom and apologize for leaving her."

Later that day when I was walking home from school I passed a kid who was walking awkwardly with a strange limp. He looked about sixteen and had a wispy beard on the tip of hid chin. Satyr, I immediately thought. I quickly walked up to him.

"Hi," I said. "Do you know anything about Greek mythology?"

"W.. What?" he stuttered.

"Greek mythology," I repeated. "Know anything."

"Some," he said. He looked around his should, like he was afraid of being followed. He gasped before saying, "I have to go." he turned and ran the other direction.

I thought that was rather rude. Then again it might not have been. Either he was a regular human and thought I had completely lost it. Or he was a satyr and thought I was a regular human and not worth his time. I hoped it was the second one. Even if I was a human, it meant I was right and the gods are real.

I shrugged and made my way home. My dad was no where to be found. There was a note on the counter in my kitchen. It was fro my dad. It read:

Isaac- Wont be for dinner. There is chicken in the refrigerator, see you tomorrow . Maybe. If not, you know how to survive.

-dad

I sighed. My dad's job kept him away a lot. I barely ever saw him. I practically raised myself. I never knew my mom. Dad never spoke of her. Not that I cared much. It only gave me more hope that she was a goddess and I was a demigod.

After I ate, I sat alone in my room and finished my homework. When I was done with that I reread my favorite parts in the Percy Jackson book. I imagined what it would be like to actually be a demigod. Doing deeds for the gods, being chased by monsters. Sure, you could die, but you would never be bored. You would never be alone. There would always be someone there for you, always someone to blame when things go wrong.

I fell asleep with my book in hand and the gods in my thoughts. My dream was very strange. All I saw was darkness, but what I heard made no sense. I heard voices, strange voices.

"This goes against our laws," a man's voice said. "It would do no harm," a female voice said. "He would be no different from the others. Not really."

"I said no," replied the man. "We don't know what could possibly happen."

The woman sighed. "Please let me try. I would claim him as my own. He does not know his mother. It would work."

For some odd reason, I had a feeling they were talking about me. Why? I had no idea. But I would soon find out.

"Fine," the man finally said. "But if anything goes wrong, if anything bad happens because of this, I will blame you, Hecate. And no one else."

Hecate? I thought. Hecate? As in goddess of magic?

The woman's voce got immensely happier. "Thank you! Thank you, Zeus."

Zeus? that was definitely weird. There had to have been something wrong with the chicken I ate earlier.

Then my dream changed. I was standing in an empty room. No chairs, no windows. Nothing, just white walls and a floor. Then a woman appeared. I guess she was beautiful. In an evil witch type of way. She was tall and elegant. She was dressed in a simple black dress and a cape. Her dark brown hair was done up in a tight, fancy bun. Her skin was white but sill healthy. Like she just stayed inside most of the time or lived up north someplace. But her eyes were the most interesting. They were swirling shades of blue, green and violet. Almost magical somehow.

"Hello, Isaac," she said.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

She just smiled. "I know a lot about you. And I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" I repeated.

"You know a lot about Greek, yes?" She didn't give me a chance to answer before she moved one. "The gods are real. Now I understand you wish to be a demigod. But you have a problem."

I blinked once. "A problem?"

The woman laughed lightly. "You are a human. A mortal. You have no godly blood in you."

When she said it, it hurt. I had set my hopes too high. Only to be brought way down. That's that, I thought.

"But you have a very strong will power," she said. "And I can help you with your problem. It just takes a little magic."

"But how," I asked. "Who are you?'

She smiled. "Don't you now by now?"

I thought of all the goddess I knew. None of them were described as she was. It just takes a little magic, she had said. Magic. I gasped.

"Hecate," I said. "Goddess of magic."

She nodded. "You are very bright for a mortal."

"About that," I said. "You said you could change that. Are you going to make me immortal or something?"

Hecate smiled again. "Not immortal. But something close. If you want, and only by your word, I can change you into a demigod."my jaw dropped. I could be a demigod. I could fight monsters, please the gods, go to Camp Half-Blood.

"You could really do that?" I asked hopefully.

"With a wave of my hand," she answered.

"There has got to be a catch to this," I said. There was always a catch.

She sighed. "The other gods will be watching you closely. You would be the first of your kind. You could be unpredictable."

I nodded. "Who would be my godly parent?"

"I would claim you as my son," Hecate said. "I will give you powers. You could be a strong demigod. And I know you would make me proud."

I thought about that for a moment. I could be a son of Hecate. If I wanted to. I could control magic.

"Okay," I said. Why not? "I want to be a demigod."

"No going back," Hecate warned.

"No going back," I repeated.

Hecate held out her hand. Above her palm floated a glowing, purple orb. She blew on it and it floated toward me. I watched as it got closer. It disappeared into my chest. I felt a tingling sensation. It spread all through me. I felt stronger. Powerful. As quickly as it spread, it stopped. But the strength and power stayed.

"Now you are a demigod," she said. "You are now my son."

"Wow," I said.

"A few changes shave been made to your physical appearance as well," Hecate added. "You will see when you wake. You must make it to camp as soon as possible. Monsters will be after you and your friend soon."

"My friend?" I asked. "You mean Shane? He is a demigod too?"

"Yes. A born one," Hecate said.

"I will get there as soon as I can. Thank you, again," I said. The I added, "Mom."

She smiled at her new name. "Do good my son." When she finished she muttered a few words in ancient Greek and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. I blinked and I was back in my own bedroom. My clock read four am.

I got up from my bed and ran to the bathroom. I looked it he mirror. At first I noticed no difference. Just a dream, I thought. Then I looked closer. My eye color was different. Instead of the dark, denim blue they usually were, they were more like Hecate's. swirling shades of blue, green and violet. And my hair. It was darker, still brown and spiky, but closer to black than the mousy brown it once was. Wow, I thought, It wasn't just a dream it was…

"Magic," I whispered.

I want to say thank you to all of you who sent in a demigod. I am still looking for more males. You know what to do. If you have any questions or you want to know other demigods I have chosen just PM me. Thanks, bye for now.